An End

they say all good things, come to an end,i thought, believed i had a true friend,over backwards, for her i would bend,even my knowledge, i would gladly lend,tried too many times, for feelings to mend,gather all my thought, emotion commend,this is life, not some stupid game.my friend once laughed.i've taken your crudness, for the last time,before you were here, i was absolutely fine,all my knowledge was only mine,from you, no more pathetic apology line,her treatment towards me, there is no excusei refuse to cope with this form of abuse.i think this "friendship" has come to an end

And Again

her skin, smoothe, and perfect,hiding behind make-up, affraidof what the mirror, may reflect,for her, i had much respect,wanted her body, even her intelect,i know she holds, things of me, collect,nice to be a woman, opposite sex, select,(from what i've heard, only in that aspect),my heart, she is out to infect,but like i said in my poem, protect,my heart protected, exoskeleton of an insectshe cant be with me, my grandpa's a redknecksays things like, "shoot!" and, "heck!"her pops' wouldnt approve, she says in a seclike a gunshot, my defenses hit the deck,i'd so much rather, be kissing her kneck,i love her lips, soft, mmmmmm, wet,all my expectations, were more than met,i had fun with her, now over it,but believe, i would do it again...and again

Angry

i am angry, i wonder why,mad at life, release a sigh,help me understand, out loud i cry,i am confused, i just want to die,this anger is real, why lie,all i want is to cope, survive,i used to be happy, i was alive,now i feel dead, nothing to thrive,dig deep within me, looking for that drive,give up now, i must decide,i am not looking, for a free ride,i guess i just need, someone at my side,to kiss, and hold with pride,to go through life, like a slip and slide,then reality and dreams, collide,our two different worlds, subside,cause we two, could never be, and that hurts inside.

Aware

how could that possibly be?when things actually exist beneath,how to stay aware? i do it easily,let me take your mind back, previously,to the nucleus, the cell, the energy,witness in your mind, the spawning,of organisms, born in air, while yawning,surrounding us, making us, being us,to be aware, is to realize, to trust,dancing particles of earth, in a flust,aware is life, the energy, the sun,for it, we breathe,sweat,greeve,hate,love,have bad times, as well as good times, fun

Beauty

is it a thing, or a feeling,the answer, i begin peeling, our appreciation, it's stealing,more or less, minipulating,no negotions, absolutely no dealing,it will expose, inhibitions revealing,beauty to me, is existing,beauty to me, is listening,beauty is in the distance, glistening,beauty is far from just sight,beauty is warmth from the light,do not take for granted, your "human" right,for this is beauty too, like a moonlit night,beauty is positive, and such a delight,it launches others just in spite,takes them over, minds, thoughts take flight.beauty is in everything, and everwhere,it just takes someone's curiousity, to stare,appreciation is the key, when you glare, you'll feel the beauty, finer than a hair.

Burning Star

i see you way up there, burning star,at a glace, you are not that far,gazing upon your seductive light,you are the motive for men in flight,you symbolize a fresh new world,i see you way up there, burning star,contemplating, grasping what you really are,a massive cluster of gas, ignited in space,why cant it just be appreciated?why does it have to be a global race?to see who gets there first?dumb to me, we all come from the same place.captivating, burning star.

Clouds

i stare upward, and see a cloud,slow and grey, sort of makes me proud,soft, puffy, no where near loud,now that i look, it's a huge crowd,a village and there king, they're all bowed,it changes form, i was moved, even wowed.now it looks just like smoke,moving across the earth, is this a joke,is it something i did, to provoke,on the next line, i choke,now i see a frog, letting out a croak,ooh it forms into a tree, looks like an oak.it's reflecting the earth,and regiving birth.

Confused

surely, i am confused,my soul with confusion, infused,wondering, waiting, emotions abused,i guess in life, we all get bruised,where i am, only i choosed,life a car, begging to be cruised,we all want brand new, nothing used,enlightened once more, i follow the clues,some kind of answer, through the sky blue's,my intuition will always guide true.so this life thing, let's get it going,mysterious river of life, let's start rowing,minds' will evolve, and keep growing,these insights, soon all will be knowing,my words, down here i'll keep showing,up, the words are blowing,so gracefully, flowing,it grows cold, soon will be snowing,alone in a playground, i sit this morning.

Cricket

i hear the croaking of a frog in my throat,certainly, those are the words i wrote,sometimes i feel like i am on the right path,sometimes to myself, outloud i laugh,then life throws angles, shows its' rath,it's hot outside, this late summer night,me, life, only going with the flowstress, me, not going to fight,not just to people, to myself be polite,all these words came from a sound, not from a frog though, more cricket bound,i heard that cricket in my throatnow isnt that profound ?

Darkness

tell me, what does the darkness hold?crazy thoughts in your mind, unfold,venture out into the darkness, even in cold,upon arrival, anticipation of a story told,a story of courageousness, a tale of gold,to carry this with you, you must be bold,able to break life's mold,to evil, my soul will never be sold.in darkness, there is light,the stars gleaming, at extreme height,i gaze upward, wishing, hoping that i just might.

Deep

deep into myself, i want to go exploring,insights, intuition, i've been ignoring,the man, within me is roaring,no more tiny drops, knowledge is pooring,all of these memories, i'll be storing,i want to rise above all of this,i only need a friend not a nemesis,please no pain, no frustration, only bliss,it's inmistakably beautiful if you ask me,my soul pure, one hundred percent free,all the consequences before the deed, i see,i really want to face the world with glee,i ask myself, do i truley believe thee?thoughts gathered, under weaping willow tree,my mind a demolitioned building, my thoughts falling debree,i seriously hope you understand me,itching like a swiff bite from a flea,grabs your thought i hope.

Energy

not feeling centered, but i want to be,hands together, down on one knee, in, out, smoothly i breathe,focus, concentrate, on my energy,a reflection reveals, it's all around me,my goodness, i can actually see,i wish you were all here, you would agree,but for your belief, i will not plee,seeing it myself, was plenty of relief,my thoughts a tribe, my mind the chief,feeling connected, not a drop of grief,around me on the ground, i feel every leaf,i can feel life, through my bones and teeth,i felt it deep down, my skin beneath,this experience for me, was hard to believe,in life, who knows what we will achieve,it's all one giant unexperienced mystery,things repeat, the future is also history.

Everything

Thoughts of the day, bring me to say, that everything is everything, and everything is gay. Only at night do the clouds seem grey.Think positive, experience no dismay.Sculpt my destiny like clay.Rest my eyes, my head, I lay.

Everything is meEverything is youEverything is the beautiful clouds and sky,which reflects the ocean's pure blue.That is everything.

Feel

explain to yourself, what it is to feel,the uncontrolable, natural urge, to heal,all the sensations, making reality real,warmth from a fire, or the cold of steel,feeling of love, making you kneel,or the feeling of full, after a meal.how do you feel? when glancing upon a seal,i feel like pulling in my fishing reel,watching them play, is peaceful, sureal,slowly water, the rock it will peal,as sure, as the breakage of a wheel,older now, is how i will feel.

Flowing

flowing like an instrument, note to note, take it how you want, but i dont gloat,staying sweet and tasty, milk from a goat, i am aware, subconscience a float, aboard a ship, or a massive boat, i feel warm when i write, consumed by a coat,hope you feel warm too, do i have your vote?it's like someone has a remote,controlling, everything that i wrote,i'm telling you, i will not boast,i am a soldier, i wont leave my post,the most beautiful place to me, is the coast,it makes me celebrate, drink with a toast,with my family, drueling over the roast.

Forgive Or Forget

to forgive or forget, that is the question,do anyone of you, have a suggestion,it really depends, on the situation,we reflect back, there was no invitation,look now, at his creation,we three, suffered altercations,while he, was being flirtatious,i was finding out, and being furious,i was so far, from curious,i wanted to kill him, serious,for a long time, he came no where near us,no more rides, take the bus.he hurt her, and that hurt me,actually, it hurt us three,for ever, he will feel guilty,i hope, he always feels filthy,i cant forgive, nor forget,it better be overwhelming to him, the regret,with the wrong life, he placed a bet,now to my sister, he is in debt,i the collector, innept.

Friction

for all these things, i can not explain,just think of us, as engines in a plane,running 60 years over, in vane,even the oil, feeling the pain,friction, the engine's life it had to claim,engines, people, it's all really the same,friction gets us too, in our brain,i feel relatively sane,my life is still pretty plain,doing wrong, i must refrain,the day of my funeral, i want it to rain,my soul lifted, and carried by a crane,feeling absolutely no shame.

Good Night

sweet dreams, good night,I hang up the phone, squeeze my pillow tight,every feeling, feels so right,with truthful hope, my heart takes flight,a glimpse of the future, you in my sight,for you, my princess, I your shining knight,anything for you, I just might,my heart spins, soars like a kite,what's this? a string, attached to a spike,the beautiful spike is you, so for now sweet dreams, and good night.

Insight

think of it as, peanuts in flight,centered, keeping your thoughts tight,staying opened minded, with all your might,as clear as day to night,of my poem, do it in spite,then you will see, insight is right,cause things exist, beyond our sight,many dark, and others soarly bright,most perish first, then see the light,before there souls, lift and ignite,so i will know, i will continue to fight.

Intrigued

how interesting it is, to be alive,interesting indeed, to be part of the hive,bees creating honey, only to survive,think about it, it's great to be alive,how interesting is it to you?cause to me, breathing is interesting too,i become intrigued gazing upon the sky blue,euphoric, for exciting seconds of few,distracted by an up-draft, leaves it blew,i picture the tree, from which they grew,it's quite amazing, when inside, i knew,instinctively, i follow the clue,this massive cycle of energy is flowing,this massive cycle of energy is growing,and yes, the energy is already knowing,like a beacon, in on the answer i am hoaning

Know

be careful, with what you know,be wise, to whom you show,for it is, your own mind you try to grow,dont proceed to fast, nor to slow,just allow the light within you to glow,let the life within you flow,we need knowledge, as an arrow needs a boe,like an oar, needs a row,the empty nest, needs a crow,as a deer, needs her doe,like a foot, needs a toe,the seemstress, needs to sew,as a sister, needs her big bro,remember all highs, have there low,words are very powerful, so,just be careful, with what you know.

Lust

feeling the urges of reproduction,i feel my sexual organs, begin to function,like being awakened, in conjunction,she has everything to do with this,how can i just forget, her soft kiss,we shared lust, bodies, sexual bliss,both of our emotions, were gladly at risk,like in a hot kiln, clay pieces of bisk.now i fathom, stroking her hair,anticipation of feeling her body, bare,into her eyes, deeply i stare,looking for passion, not love, being fair,she tells me stop, when for too long, i glarein my mind, out my eyes i tear,fantazing about ecstacy, taking you there,i want to hear your voice in my ear,i can still here your voice, all too clear,you wanted me on top, so i could steer,then out of passion and lust, i shed a tear,innocently longing, for you to be near.

More

there has to be, more to life than this,no more confusion, only bliss,only success, i feel its' kiss,within me, these thoughts enrich,that world to me, will soon exist,fully sprayed on me, like a mist,my morals the punching bag,my values the fist,i am trying to write down, all of it,accept it, as if it were a gift,i've been in the same gear, time to shift,my spirit dangles, desperately needing lift,the aroma of energy, i catch a wiff,and tumble, over the edge of the cliff.

Pain

I am sure, we all feel pain,where we feel, barely sane,life a freeway, stay in your lane,life a horse, grasp her mane,sometimes i wish, we were brought by a crane,then we all, would have someone to blame,it's no one's fault, that alive is the flame,it will challenge us, even try to tame,not going to hold me down, this is no game,i know many of you, feel the same,even the old man, who walks with a cane,sometimes it gets to me too, yah, the pain.

Pleasure

this is something to measure,definetly, something to treasure,when it's gone, it shall sever,let it control me, never,when close though, embrace and endeavor,explore your soul, always remember,it's better, with two people together,who knows, maybe even forever,optimistic, stay clever,focus on happiness, and enjoy the pleasure.

Protected

i am open, and connected, but my heart, is back to protected,cause some how, this has reflected,long times past, that wouldn't be corrected,to pain, it left my heart subjected,i knew already, that i'd be rejected,my feelings, forced to be ejected.we made love, i guess not you,i made love, who knows what you do,you cant even explain,on the phone you complain,about dad, causing you shame,when really, you need to stop the blame,your life is not a picture frame,it's yours, no one else's to claim,tell me, your emotions, how do you tame?cause mine, run wild like the flame,maybe to you, it's all money and game,all i have, is passion and strength,and comfort to even further lengths.

Seed

"who planted that seed?"call me selfish or full of greed, but i want to know, thoughts feed.I am the predator, knowledge my prey,I will know, one beautiful day.I promise to share, they won't have to pay,knowledge is free and shall live for eternity"who planted that seed?" I ask once more.A voice, "There is the door."Inside a room, something on the floor, a letter, it held words, about four.I read them and say out loud,"aw, I am human, and now I am proud."See life means acceptance, dont base yours on the crowd.Then the voice became very loud. "Every individual holds a piece of the truth." So now I see the seed, is youth.

She Doesnt Speak To Me

she wants to talk to me, but she doesnt,she was the one confused, i wasnt,i want to call her, but i must'nt.i know she wants me,it is her choice to be,this way, everday, you see,there is no way her feelings for me flee,they are just tucked in her heart, safely,i want her again, but i cant move hastely.she wants to be with me, but she wont,it cant be her heart, telling her dont.you know, i will understand one day,but for now, i guess she has nothing to say.

Sitting

sitting here, just waiting,something will happen, debating,typing, these words i'm creating,my life, i begin appreciating,sometimes the pain, is excrutiating,these poems of mine, i am narrating,life the fish to catch, without baiting,memories forgotten, others just fading,the situation, i am not hating,sliding through life, as if we were skating,cause it's not just about control, or mating,it's about life, and our state of being,most of us are there, soon will be seeing,like a dad on sunday, off i'll be teeing,free as a cloud, and still believing.now, the creativness in me is leaving,thoughts from my mind, i am recieving,from the depths of my subconscience,insights i am retrieving,but no where near greeving.

So Fast So Slow

everything is so slow, yet so fast, there is no telling, how long it will last,in the film of life, we make up the cast,writing down everything from the past,religions, cultures, ethnicity are so vast,it's like a huge tv, and we the contrast,i've noticed, older i get, faster it goes,faster it goes, harder the wind blows, i see life, down stream the water flows,feeling the trickle between my toes,standing here, where the water grass grows,things move so fast, yet so slow.

Sometimes

i ponder sometimes, why ignorance exists,pondering the urge to slit your wrists,i ponder somtimes, pounding my fists,sometimes i ponderi ponder sometimes, about who i am,why am i me, i ponder sometimes,i ponder how they live with their crimes,thoughts ring in melody,dangling wind chime,sometimes i ponderi ponder sometimes, only about her,i truely hope, existing, is a cure,my feelings were honest, true, pure,only time will bring these feelings a blurr,focus no more, on what we were,sometimes, i ponder about things.

Stress

minds can be full of stress,life can feel like a big mess,but we hold it together,trying to feel comfort, as a bird's nest,as though knowledge rests,then, realized, it's just a test,to pull us through the crest, and celebrate, as though it was a fest,my love and happiness, I will invest,pounding, my heart inside my chest,flowing, knowing and growing to my best,staying fully clean, like zest,this is a great challenge to arrest,dont let it get to you, I mean the stress.

Struggle

how indeed life can be a struggle,at night, is it not your pillow you snuggle,this life, these emotions we juggle,anger and rage, we muggle,soon a clean shave will turn to stubble,here we are, trying to escape the bubble,we must stay centered, cause indeed,life can be a struggle.

Thoughts

sometimes, they come from no where,and at others, they scare,they warn you, just beware,that our own thoughts count,so dont give up, you're almost there,your mind, they will try to tear, your spirit, they will try to wear,break negative thought, like a broken mare,a light in my mind, as brilliant as a flare,my mind's eye, into the universe, I stare,but, thoughts sometimes come from no where.

a breeze,this moment, I seize,it's cold now, a chill, I sneeze,"bless you," I heard a soft voice."thank you," I reply without choice.

Truth

my mind bounces, from side to side,sometimes, you run out of words that rhyme,that doesn't mean, you should run and hide,stick around, and clean your mind like tide,where's my bonnie? i got your clyde,roller coaster of life, i'll take a ride, by these rules, i shall not abide,cause my mind is open, super wide,it is not a sin, to feel pride,don't be brainwashed, listen to your inside,you know, all that thought, comprised,packed in your head, don't act surprised,my knowledge and spirit, i rised,now, up life, i sized,your intuition, is no where near lies,they are flashes of truth, in disguise,please stay centered, collect, be wise,bzzzzzz, energy from the wings of flies,pure energy, that sound shall symbolize,for two to be one, you need compromise.

Vision

i grew up in menlo park,this is my vision, i hope you see the spark,coming agressively, fast moving mako shark,that can obviously, see in the dark,all these words, will leave a mark,i try so hard, not to be fake,nobody's rhyme, i'll try to take,seriously, for goodness sake,i suck these thoughts in, like a 350 intake,my concentration, will eventually break,you can have it, and eat it too, your cake,a fool out of me, are you trying to make?now my intuition, and guidence is awake,my mind an oven, thoughts i bake,my mind, a leaf covered lawn,my thoughts, the rake,smoothe, as an animal in motion, a snake, swimming, across a crystal clear lake.

Wanted

there was nothing, i wanted more,doesnt matter how late, i'll go to the store,cause i loved her, my heart she tore,in my mind, she threw it upon the floor,stepped on it, and tossed it out the door,even though it hurts, makes me soar,i the apple, you still my core,we still loved each other, rich and poor,it's like for two years, you took me on tour,there was nothing, that i wanted more,it's no game, no points to score,i used to wonder, what the hell you left for,but hey, we were young, strong like boar,our love endangered, california condor,loving you, was never a chore,you loved me too, i felt such galore,it's wonderful to be loved,like a fire roasted smore,each other's souls, we'd explore.back then, there was nothing i wanted more.

Wonder

i gaze into space, and wonder,the weather it is, i am under,clouds storming, lightening, thunder,it is coming, sooner than later,truly it exists, no, i dont hate her,she is all, even crocodiles and alligators,you know who she is, mother nature,the one who guides us, helps to mature,so just look forward, yah to the future,she will remind us, that human, we are,all across the globe, it's not that far,the limbo of life, slip beneath the bar,i catch a glimpse, gorgeous shooting star,it disappears, the night as black as tar,she is everywhere, even the metal of a car,even as far as the red planet, mars.she is us, and we are her,i hear a kitten's, gentle pur,reach over, pet her soft fur.

Working Hands

life is such a crazy mystery,i laugh out loud; though, not to me,i can hear them, sometimes i listen,sometimes there outlines, glisten,barely blue in the sunlight.people burry themselves in pre-occupation,ranting and raving over a single nation,pretending they care, creating altercation,wasting time, energy, competition?i say put resources together, and build a great space station,only peace for man kind,human we all are, why do we hide?we are more than capable, we are the tide,see in life, existance, there is no side,distracted we are, into the sun, collide.

Writing

this is how i will keep fighting,this is life, remaining exciting,untouchable even, extremely enlightening,my world, slightly frightening,my attention to paper, fingers tightening,feeling bouyant, the air is lightening,a curtain is opened, the room is brightening,thinking on a note pad, just keep writing,dont stop, copyright, so there is no biting,which thought came first, they're all fighting.cant keep up, just one at a time,try desperately, to make it rhyme,commited here, there was no crime,for all these words, are rightfully mine,everything i learned, is taken as a sign,i shall not conform to a single file line,i know, it's hard to walk the incline,but once you're there, you shine,then realized, you were always fine,feeling bubbly even, perhaps carbonated wine,fresh purple grapes, plucked from a vine.

see, writing sets me free,there is, no one around me,things are, as sound as can be,all my other thoughts flee,now, thinking clearly,i am allowed to see, sometimes the birds, others the bees,sometimes the leaves, and others the trees,but always, all the breath taking greens.for my thoughts, i will stop hiding,this road to no where, i will stop riding,the passion within me, is igniting,nothing shall stop me, from fighting,yup, it's all for me, i mean the reason i am writing.